Milkweed, No. 1

For a number of years now I've been enchanted by the bizarre appearance of the milkweed pod. The wild flower is unassuming, a rather drab mauve. But the peculiar branching nature of the subsequent seedpod and the glorious seeds themselves, borne on wisps of silk, entrance me. They white silks are so soft, and just the slightest breeze will catch and float the seeds across acres to land in their new homes. To some gardeners, they are invasive weeds to be yanked. I wait for their autumn beauty!